The morning sun lit the church with a rainbow of hues, shining onto the black screen of Samantha's iPod, causing her blue eyes to squint as she let out an aggravated growl, which alerted her father, Charlie.

"Put it up, its disrespectful." Charlie scorned, confiscating her beloved boredom killer with angry, knit brows and an uncharacteristic frown of distaste and disappointment. "The earphones too." He demanded. Samantha slowly took them off, her eyelids closing slightly as her blue gaze took a roll of rebellion.

"It's dumb." She muttered with an annoyed, slightly whiny voice. It didn't take long for her ears to focus on a conversation that was playing out behind her.

"I ain't getting no mark of the beast, the devils gonna have to fight me, I'll shoot his ass." An older sounding voice whispered, followed by a few agreeing snickers of the other nearby men, most likely his pals.

"Got a nice butcher knife at home, gonna chop off his damn head." A younger voice said, followed by a smacking sound and the same young boy exclaiming "Ow, why'd you do that for?!"

"You don't use that kinda language here." The older, more ragged voice warned. Samantha let out a soft snort. 'Hypocrisy. Typical.' She thought as she leaned back against the pew.

By the time she toned back to reality, service was close to being dismissed. She only caught a few, confusing words from the preachers droney, monotone voice.

"It can happen any time."

Samantha sat as the church emptied. That one sentence seemed to provoke her thoughts.

'What can happen anytime?'